37 Ericks wrath (1/2)

Close to the center of Wasteland, a thunderous fight was happening, explosions and flames inundated the place.

The ones fighting were an old man and an ogre. The ogre had a height of 3.5 meters and his body radiated an immense physical power, it had a muscular figure and large head, in his hand was a giant club made of some rare metal, every time he swung his weapon air blast were created, although his body was heavy his movement was impressively fast.

The old man had red hair and surrounding him were shields made of magma, whips of flames moved by his side and he was constantly throwing balls of fire that carried great power.

Surrounding the two there were hundreds of dead ogres, from the way their bodies were displayed on the ground it was apparent that they were trying to run but could not make it in time, giving the idea that the attack started as a surprise.

The ogre roared as he attacked the man, he strick with his club at his opponent but the shield got in his way, despite the attack destroying them, it forces the ogre to stop, making him a perfect target for the explosions of the man.

A fireball exploded in the chest of the ogre throwing him dozens of meters away harming him greatly, but even so, the vitality of the creature was great and the injury didn't diminish his ability to fight at all.

”Treacherous Magus, how dare to kill my tribe after I help you!” The ogre roared as he runs to the man dodging some of the attacks and using his club to block the others.

”Filthy creature, if it wasn't for your race incompetence how could a mere apprentice have scape,” Erick's face was full of wrath as he launched spell after spell against the ogre.

Erick waited for the group a long time, after all, the Wasteland was rather big and finding someone could become very difficult especially if they are in constant movement but after 6 months of no receiving any news he enters the underground himself and investigate, it didn't take long to find out that all the people he sends ware dead, in his fury he attacked the ogres he hires to help the pseudo-magus.

The ogre who was fighting Erick was a rank 1 creature and the leader of the tribe of ogres of the Wasteland, he´s days were usually ones of pure bliss using his tribe for all his need and enjoy himself all the time, but right now all he could feel was regret and rage seeing the fate of his people.

The fight continued for some minutes, but the more it prolonged the more obvious the advantage of Erick was, the movements of the ogre were too direct and lack variation so his body was accumulating wound after wound. Even though his attacks manage to get up to 40 degrees of physical damage with every swing of his club the shields were enough to stop him and give enough time to the Magus finish his spells and maintain a safe distance between the two

The ogre was already closing into his last breath, but you should never underestimate a wounded animal. The creature's eyes got red as he roared with all his power and his body grows a size, he charged at Erick with all his power blocking all the spells that were through in his path and bulldozing his way to the old man. He finally reaches the shields and throws his club breaking it and taking advantage of the opportunity he tries to grab the magus.

”Hmph, an animal who doesn't know his place,” The eyes of the Magus were full of disdain as he saw the desperate attack of the ogre and his body start to disintegrate into flames and vanished.

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The ogre was shocked by what happened, but before he could figure out where did he go, he hears a voice above him. It was Erick who had appeared two meters above the ogre and was launching his spell.

”Core explosion!”

A small sphere of light impacted the ogre, and immediately exploited creating a miniature ball of fire. although the size was not a big deal the damage got to 75 degrees, finally killing the creature.

”Your entire tribe deserves to die for failing me,” Erick's eyes were cold as he stores the body of the ogre. Once he makes sure that there is no one left alive he conjures a ball of fire and leaves flying.